John Biggs - Naked with her dog

He sat up with her and they clasped tightly, screwing as deeply as they could in their seated crouch-like union.

They wanted it closer. Janey spread her legs and lay back. Rod brought his legs under him at the same time, and rocked forward a she rocked slowly backward. His organ slipped back and forth, in halfway at most. This tantalised them, tickled their genitals, which twitched with anticipation and mounting excitement. "My pussy," she said, but didn't finish the statement.

Her vagina pulled on his penis gently with pre-orgasmic contractions of its exciting walls. He moved the head into the rest of the cavity that had formed for him — soon her mouth gripped the base of his prick. He flexed his tubes. She moaned beneath him. He was so ready. His dick was steel stiff. She moved slowly under him. He leaned forward, his hard body covering hers. Her head twisted with joy in the middle of her splayed out hair which provided a cushion for Rodney's face. His chest pressed down on hers. Their sides, feet, and thighs seemed to merge. Their pelvises were equally balanced, legs flattening together, balls pressed almost into her cunt, his cock engulfed by her sheath. At last he began long strokes of smooth sliding rhythmical pleasure. Her cunt responded with contractions that pulled on his plucky member. "Oh, that prick," she mumbled, feeling it slide into her so far, then almost out. She grabbed him possessively, began to hump him frenetically. Pools of lava formed in her groin, spilled out of her crotch. His cock was like the closing of her holes, the tongue of her cunt-mouth.

Explosively, twisting on that tree of his groin, she climaxed with tremendous shooting stars behind her eyes. The bulb of pleasure pistoned every inner inch of her pussy, raising the temperature of her cave to near boiling.

His swollen stout rod spurted fine streams of sticky come into her. His penile nerves flashing, his halls pumping.

Later on the bed, having thrown off the blanket and half the top sheet because it was so warm, Janey rubbed his back, but Rodney slept on, nearly snoring. His breathing was heavy and so modulated that she sometimes felt a buzzing in her pussy when she heard it. She ran her fingers through his hair. Outside the door she heard Duke scratching, but it took a long time for it to register in her mind. She then listened sharply toward the door and in a little while, the scratching stopped. She was angry with Duke for disturbing her. She heard him whimper, paw the door a little more, then pad sadly off alone somewhere into the living room or kitchen.

The next day they went out and did some things together and hung close all day. That night he slept with her, too. "Nice you had one day off work," she told him. It was like being together with friends who had forgotten each other to some degree by being out of each other's presence. The more they stayed with each other, though, the more they felt at ease, felt comfortable and active.

Rodney mentioned, something about how easy it would be to put up some paneling in her living room. The idea excited her imagination, but she didn't want to tell him to go ahead with it either. Maybe she'd move out of there within six months or a year. In fact he had asked her about that earlier in the day. Not exactly asking her but thinking about it out loud in a rather light way, saying what they could do together, know each other better so they could always know what the other was talking about or act in a more harmonious fashion, and a way more exhilarating generally to each of them.

That long Sunday night/Monday morning they fucked three times, but it wasn't as frantically lustful any of the times as it had been the night previous. Having to go to work the next morning did not hinder them from coupling or making passes at each other. In fact they woke up more refreshed than they had been in a long time. The new stimulus was of a mental nature and gave them a bounce in their walks as they separated early under the blazing sun. Each went to work in their own car.

Janey didn't see Maureen all day. Rodney was not going to be home with her that night and was probably working too late for her to see him. They both would have been tired to try to meet that late, but Janey felt a certain amount of sexual energy when she got home, even after she'd eaten and fed Duke and walked him all around the neighbourhood, the little park where she talked to some of the older ladies and couples and young students who were out, and back to the apartment not much before the sun went down.

She turned on the TV and saw a wild dance show. A big sparkling theatre production, glittery costumes and long sexy people, lots of big shaky boobs and shirts cut to the waist revealing hard muscular abdomens on the men. She watched their tight-trousered groins for a while.

Sitting on the couch, Janey called Duke to her, "Come boy, come!" She patted his head as he ran over eagerly and began sniffing her thighs. She stroked his high graceful ears and patted his thick cheeks. "What a beautiful little fellow, you are, Duke."

She got further down, pulling back her head so she was lying on her back. She spread her legs more and diddled her pantied crotch for a while. Her skirt was way up by her waist, and Duke went after it, sniffing up her legs, licking the smooth satiny tasty flesh here and there.

His nose sniffled and riffled on her panties. She dug a fingertip down against her clit and rubbed rapidly. Duke nudged his muzzle against the front of her wet panties, lifting his nose firmly against her cunt lips and her finger, eventually driving it away from her clit. She reached down and patted him gratefully with her other hand, and put her finger back on. She moved her hips from side to side, feeling her cunt really go wet and ready. She wanted to jack off. Duke helped her along, and when he finally started mounting her by putting his front paws heavily up on the edge of the couch cushions, she looked down eagerly at his crotch. It was poking upward with a pink hard-on. She rolled her leg under him and tickled his slippery prick with her toes and the side of her foot. Duke whimpered and barked with delight.

She got underneath as far as she could go with her foot and caressed his balls with the tip of her big toe.

Meanwhile her legs were spread closely around Duke's diving head. His tongue went up and down her moist fragrant panties, molding the fine fabric to the lips of her swollen pussy.

She pulled the waistband of her shorts down, uncovering much curly black hair and the top of her thick white mound of pubic flesh.

Duke sniffed at the newly revealed portions of her genital anatomy and licked them energetically. Janey pulled her panties down further, but his frantic head kept ducking lower, getting underneath the waistband and her fingers to contact the pink slick juicy cunt itself. His nose was buried in it and his tongue scooped and slapped at it while she struggled to pull her panties yet further down, let go, rejoin her hands to the fabric under Duke's insistent neck and wiggle mightily to help get them off.

Finally, of course, there was no help for lifting her ass in the air, slipping the panties entirely off them and pulling them down her close-pressed legs. It merely egged Duke on. He climbed up on the couch on all fours. At first it shook with his new weight, but it felt exciting to have him over her like that, lips not far from his panting tongue, his pink erection sticking rigidly out of the hairy sheath. Her legs were inside his. She felt about to embrace him as never before. She spread her legs and brought them back together, she spread them again, contacting Duke's legs. His long tail swung back and forth in a strong arc above her lower legs. Her feet wiggled with delight. She raised her arms to him, holding him like a lover. She lifted her crotch off the couch and offered the grasping lips of her damp hot organ to his pink arching stiffness. He whined again and then growled. His cock slipped rapidly in and out of the first inch of her vagina. She arched her lower back mightily and shoved her body onto him. He threw his paws over her breasts and shoulders and let his weight fall on her.